I was reading some articles about the doomed Franklin Expedition and the wrecks of the HMS Terror and the HMS Erebus and in one of these articles I came across this line:
An Inuit hunter from a settlement on King William Island led archeologists to the Terror.
This is where that little voice in my head says, ” you know, you can stop reading now…really Anita- are you listening? STOP READING RIGHT NOW.
Haunted Houses, Cursed bloodlines, Cemeteries full of crypts and shadows hold no fear for me.
But when it comes to the idea of Ship Wrecks and bodies lost at Sea, Ghost Ships, Light Houses and that hissing sound the Sea makes when it washes across the rocks and sand, and the fog creeping up from the Seat to the beach, these things scare me half to death.
When I have nightmares about ships, I will sleep with the light on for the rest of the night. That’s a fact.
But it hasn’t stopped me from reading articles or books about the Franklin Expedition.I’m not sure why I’m less likely to treat Ghost Ships or Souls lost at Sea as lightly as I do other things of the Supernatural so I will leave you with this true story.
When I was little we lived in Hawaii and our house was near the bluffs.
Sometimes I would go out at night, climb a macadamia nut tree and shout out towards the
” You can’t get me up here! Ha ha on you! You can’t get me up here! “
I was told that once I was asked who couldn’t get me up here and I said,
” The Water People.”
When I say I was asked once, I mean I was only asked once. Nobody ever asked me who
the Water people were ever again.